Stop torturing myself with hope
I know how it’ll go
I know how it’ll go
Dreams don’t mean much in the back of a stinky bus
Dreams die in city lights
I board a train wreck before it happens
Thinking only
Of the
Reaction
Will the boxcar doors free me in a rapid ejection
Will I go to heaven?
Will I make out west
Or will the train crash somewhere down south
But answer these goddamn questions and board
Because we already know
This train will lead to scorn
Another complex
Another regret
Another train wreck
Let’s board